The Die-Fi Experiment by M.R. Tapia

Author:M.R. Tapia [M.R. Tapia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Horror, Dark Fiction, Dark Humour, Psychological Horror, Satire, Novella
Goodreads: 35521309
Publisher: Hindered Souls Press
Published: 2017-07-20T23:00:00+00:00

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The flight Marie and I were on was uneventful for me, I slept. I’ve never been one for trips. Road trips, in-country flights, ever since my childhood, I could be found hunched against a window or any shoulder drooling with the sheep. I’d probably sleep through the apocalypse, or better yet, my own death.

We landed at the Narita International Airport close to 9 a.m. their time. We disembarked the flight and I was hungry. McDonald’s was the first restaurant we came across. The only difference I immediately noticed were the words, all of them in Japanese. The entire airport, really, only the language barrier brought us back to a foreign reality. And the people, of course.

“We’re in a foreign country, for Chrissakes, and you want McDonald’s?” Marie laughed.

“I’m not yet ready to put my taste buds to the test, Marie. One step at a time. This guaranteed to leave me unsatisfiably satisfied.”

“That’s not even a word, dork. But, okay, be a typical American.”

Being the American Marie claimed I was, I quickly ordered a large Big Mac meal. What I received would have been considered a medium in the States. Immediately, I ordered extra fries and another drink.

From there we hustled to baggage claim and bustled to seek out transportation to our hotel. We could have been in China and I would never have guessed it, Marie was my travel planner/navigator. I was just an average American tourist, I guess.

Marie bought our tickets for the following N’EX train to Tokyo and we shuffled to the station. We made it minutes before it arrived and boarded.

The train ride took an hour. One interesting hour. It was the first I was exposed to a snippet of their culture. As far as the train itself, it resembled an American coach bus. From the tight seating, to the dull, dark grey lined patterns of the seats and the floor’s carpeting. The tourists were loud and excited as travel brochures crinkled noisily as they passed from one to the other in their respective groups.

The Japanese people were much calmer than us tourists, maybe because the country was theirs to begin with. Their excitement non-existent. All of the Japanese I noticed, they dressed in either slacks or khakis with button-down shirts as if it were casual wear. Lots of the men wore leather messenger bags over their shoulders, while the women’s purses were considerably smaller.

If the natives’ noses weren’t greasing up pages in a book, their fingers swiped shit across their phones and tablets. Even here, in Japan, technology was life. The world has become dependent on technology. As adults, we receive any new information by way of the interwebular devices available to us. We, the human race, are only as strong as our Wi-Fi signal.

The silence of the natives was daunting. Focused on their eerie tranquility, I forgot to take in the scenery outside of our train. What I was able to see was the unnatural scenery that Mother Nature hates us for: skyscrapers and pollution-creating factories, and herds of tourists.

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